Professor Pragma is still standing (well, mostly lying down), having completed 12 rounds of chemo and now on a fortnightly drip of reduced juice to keep him going for the August bank holiday. If you see him, doff your cap. He deserves it.
And oh! What wondrous books! Saturday and Monday! (Remember, not Sunday. The very friendly Methodists will be enjoying a sing song.)
And, for the first time, the start of a new line in what will become the book bags...
The Mars Explorer! As The War of the Worlds ends, you're the first group of scientists assigned on an ambassador mission to build peace! Right? Anyway, you need the bag. Ta-da!
In all other news, there has been a lot of it. My tribe are all busy about their doings in adventuring ways creating more news than the Grit Station can handle.
Just come over to Asylum X and say hello. Remember, Methodist Hall, just down from the Assembly Rooms, Saturday and Monday.*
* But if I have to cart Prof Pragma off to hospital, sorry to miss you.
No comments:
Post a Comment